“No. Sorry, brother. Continue.” I scrub my hand down my face roughly and try to harden my heart.
Maybe when this shit storm is clear, I might have time to grieve but for now, I have to lock away those feelings. I can’t even catch my breath for one goddamn second. That’s how it goes when you sign up for this lifestyle, it’s always something.
“I had Gunnar gift wrap Payne’s head in a box and will have it delivered along with his members to the Demon Jokers’ doorstep. I expect retaliation since it was their president and to be honest, I’m looking forward to it.” Tank leans back in his chair with his arms crossed and his gaze distant.
I wasn’t here when our charter was attacked, half the club wasn’t. It was a Sunday evening and most of the guys went home to their families or with some tail for the night. Only a few were left hanging around the compound including my old man. No one saw the attack from the Demon Jokers coming. Tank was just rolling up to the gates on his motorcycle and heard a rumble of bikes down the street. He could make out the Joker patch on the back of their vests and he didn’t even wait for the gate to open all the way before he was hopping off his bike. He was greeted with blood smeared along the bar and five of our men dead. My dad, his president, died in his arms. My dad’s last words were to Tank when they should have been for my ears only. I haven’t asked what he said, I’m not ready.
Tank has been quiet and right by my side since I took over. He’s kept our brothers from seeking out revenge without a plan. He’s kept everyone calm while I’ve been trying to wrap my head around everything that has happened. I made him Vice President without a second thought.
“Payne has probably already been replaced so we’ll be ready for when they come. Nicky and Tey didn’t get much information out of the west side gang member but this isn’t our first run-in with them. Looks like the Los Muerte is now in alliance with the Demon Jokers and someone else in our fucking city. Right under our noses, but they can’t hide forever. We’ll find out who it is.” I look at my members around our oval table, each of their expressions ranging from pissed off to downright vile.
We all want blood to spill but we are going to do it my way.
“It’s because of that girl, isn’t it? We have the enemy’s daughter under our fucking roof and just letting her roam around as she pleases. We should be sending them her head along with her dear old dad.” Axel slams his fist down on the table, his face turning red as he tries to stare me down.
I don’t say anything, my face stays blank the longer I look at him until he glances away first under my stare.
“You touch a hair on her head and I won’t hesitate to skin you alive after boiling you in hot water so each strip of skin I peel off comes away like butter. You understand me,brother?” I snarl the last word in sarcasm, leaning forward in my seat without looking away from him as he gazes around at everyone else.
They won’t be helping him. I wear the motherfucking patch that says where I belong.
“I hear ya, Prez.” Axel clears his throat and glares straight ahead at nothing.
“Good. I’ll address this once and we move forward with plans.” I pause, making sure I have everyone’s attention. “Tillie is my old lady from this day forward and she will be wearing my name. She may have come from the Demon Jokers charter but Payne wasn’t her biological father. It’s not my story to tell but I will say she’s a victim and was never treated like a club member. Whoever is siding with those bastards and feeding them information will die very fucking soon. Los Muerte knew who she was at first glance as they'd been looking for her since the moment she stepped foot in California. Payne had word out he was looking for Tillie but she was found too easily and too soon if you get my drift. Someone is feeding information and I will be finding out who.” My voice comes out harsh, my teeth grinding because I will find the fucker who keeps putting our girl in trouble.
The leather of my vest squeaks as I shift in my seat and place my elbows on the table as I glance each member in the eye. A few nod, some grunt in acknowledgment, and I relax slightly from my stiff posture knowing that I have them in agreement with me.
Maybe I can do this. If I have the numbers to back me up, we can get our revenge and I’ll be able to run Hell’s Devils.
“Where do you want us?” Diesel questions, giving me a slight nod in respect.
“I want all ears to the ground and we’ll wait until we hear what the new president of the Demon Jokers has to say. I want more patrols on the compound and bikes on the road. If you see any of the west side Los Muerte, catch them and bring them to the warehouse.” In old fashion, I pick up the gavel that’s been used for every church meeting and slam it down once in dismissal.
Chairs screech on the wood floor as members stand and file out the doors until it’s just me and Tank left in the room.
“Axel might be a problem but I’ll keep an eye out on him.” Tank rubs his beard, lost in thought before he shakes his head. “How’s it going with yourold lady?” He air quotes with a chuckle as I heave a sigh and drop back into my chair with a groan.
How’s it going? I’ve got fucking blue balls. I wouldn’t be surprised if they fell off because she’s fucking torturing me. Bending this way and that way with her peachy ass right in front of my face basically. The little she-devil knows exactly what she’s doing. I can do this. For her, I’ll pick my cold, lonely, blue balls off the floor and lock them away until I can earn her trust and she gives me the green light.
“It’s, uh, going, to say the least. Driving me crazy but nothing I can’t handle,” I say out loud, running my hand through my hair as I try to gather my thoughts.
“You know what they say about the crazy ones, right?” Tank says with a serious, straight face as I raise a brow for him to continue. “Animals in the sack, man. Scratching claws, squeezes a man with a death grip of that sweet pussy as she rides you off into the sunset.”
He rubs a hand off his lips to hide his smile as I glare at him. Just the thought of Tillie and her pussy on any other man’s mind besides my friends has me seeing red.
“Anyone touches her… their body will never be found.” My words come out strained, almost growling as I bare my teeth at him.
Tank holds his hands out in a calming gesture but fights a smile once more as he opens his mouth. “No one’s going to even think about touching her, man. You know the code. Old ladies are off-limits.”
My mood sours even more, just the thought of how many men have touched her skin without her permission makes me want to destroy everything in my path. I don’t feel guilty about having her lips wrapped around my cock that one night in the garage, forcing her to her knees without asking. I saw fire in her gaze, it almost burnt me and I needed that directed fully on me because I feel fucking alive with just one look from her. She was beautiful stealing the Ferrari, and coming at us with each step of her long, toned legs as she stood up to us. I’ve never had a woman look at me with an unhinged gaze like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to cut off my cock or jump on it.
Of course, I took that from her choice and fed her every single inch of my cock. She was staring up at me, us, with hate but that didn’t stop her from licking our dicks like it was the best flavored ice cream she’s ever had. I really needed to stop thinking about her perfect lips and my cock all in one sentence. My blood tends to rush straight down to my prized possession and is twitching in seconds with the urge to claim her pussy until the only weeping my little bitch is doing is that sweet honey between her legs.
My eyes squeeze shut as the memory of her wide, scared, tear-filled eyes looked at me as that dipshit, Franco, spread her pussy lips and ate her out like she was his. I want to murder him, bury him somewhere far out in the desert where I can visit just to piss on his grave. The only thing stopping me is Logan… and Dom. Everything he said at his rave has been playing in my head since then on repeat. I don’t like the guy and his cocky attitude but even my old man was suspicious of Franco and Jin for years. Didn’t trust them.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts and stand up, reaching for my phone in my back pocket as it buzzes once.
“Just keep an eye out, brother, and spread the word that no one touches my property,” I order over my shoulder and receive one single nod from Tank just as I walk out the doors leading into the main part of the compound.
